Category Archives: be still

Please, come in

.

put those fears

down. It is

safe

here.

You need to

rest. You can always pick

them up again

in the morning,

but then

you may not need to.

.

 

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Circles around God

.

On my way to the letterbox

I met this god

who knew me.

So I ran

.

in fear because I

didn’t even know

myself the way he looked

through me.  Stone

.

gods stare at nature un-

moved so I didn’t

run to them.  Money

gods take.  All the

.

pleasure gods leave

me starving for

more and more… I want

more.  So I keep

.

running around

the block knowing

he’s beside

the letterbox.  Knowing one

.

day I’ll realise

this is stupid

stop and say

“Umm… Hi”

.

Extending the Life of Outdoor Furniture

.

it hardly seems fair

this piece of outdoor

furniture demands

my attention on a day like today

the first sun

in two weeks

wind howling

to play with that kite

we’ve used once

my son jumping

to bounce on the trampoline with me

until our heads turn into electricity

but the gaping

grains of cypress whine louder than the wind

.

the skin on my hands would love to be bathed

in oil – to look and feel like last year

instead they’ll smell

like turps for the next two days

next time

I sit on this bench I expect

it to write me a better

poem

than this one.

.

November Night

.

November night old familiar friend

Let’s sit and be old friends again

.

Gaze at your stars till eyes grow weary

Sit and watch your thin clouds clearing

.

Again you’ve hung your humid coat on the hook of crescent moon

Still it hangs between intermittent soft breeze awakening, stirring

.

I enjoy our thoughts which pass unspoken of today, tomorrow, morning

Just to sit here, be here, breathe your soft night’s story

.

Unspoken air, warm yet cool, still yet moving slight

Breathe on me your quiet quilt of Queensland November night

Worry

Write thy worries upon black board

List them, each one, bring them forw’d

Let each stand out, give each time

Give each moments of your mind

But…

Do not think there for too long

Move on, look past, though’ t may feel wrong

Take the duster in thy hand

Wipe it clean like tide washed sand

Find a space.

To all the mums – you deserve to find a moment of peace at least once a day.  You are all amazing.  May you find a space…

 

Find a space.

Upon a rock.

Against a tree.

Beneath your noisy children three.

 

Ignore your ears.

And all the voices.

For just a moment, shut off your mind.

Pull your eyelids low, unwind.

 

And even if you cannot spare

Some momentary silence

Even if you are not able

With all your work and kids and the breakfast table.

Keep going with your daily chores.

And inside your precious heart…

… Just sit.

       …And listen.

                To the lover of your soul.

 

Copyright © Andrew Phillips 2009